On the way back, we passed another neighboring farm. We could see the barn and hear the horses calling from their pastures. The path is rather up and down and only about 2 feet wide with dense underbrush and trees on either side. All of a sudden Blessi, who has been such a gentlement starts insisting that he needs to do turn around in a complete 180 degrees.
|Dallas, Stefanie, and Jennifer (left to right)|
"Help, help, loose horse," I shouted as Velvet scrambled into a sliding stop about 12 feet away. I kept flicking the rope as Dallas, Stephanie, and Jennifer walked calmly up. Jennifer used her jacket to put around Velvet's neck and the ladies started leading Velvet back to her home stable. But Velvet wasn't ready to end the adventure. Part way back to the barn she escaped and bushwhacked us again--cantering at us at full speed. One again, I flicked the lead line to keep her at a safe distance as the the terrific trio saved Blessi and me. Jennifer used a more secure temporary rope and this time Velvet went home. During this entire time, Blessi did not move an inch or even pull on the lead line.
Blessi and I turned around and within minutes his head was down and he was totally relaxed. Right as we got back to the stable we encountered the stable owner driving a small tractor down the trail clearing some of the bigger brush. Blessi was not at all concerned and we just walked by on the tight trail.
Believe me, Blessi got lots of carrots and hand grazing time in thanks for his sensibility. You gotta love Icelandics.